Chicken Soup for the Scrapbooker's Soul: Stories to Remember [NOOK Book]


For anyone who appreciates the value of memories found in a photo Afternoons spent creating pages of recent and distant memories. Clipping colorful images and adding stickers to adorn your favorite photos and letters while capturing a friendship in pictures surrounded by ribbons and various textures. Scrapbooking is a labor of love for the millions who spend their spare time engrossed in new layouts and inspired ideas. For some it is a hobby that turned into their life’s passion, while others see it as a way...
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For anyone who appreciates the value of memories found in a photo Afternoons spent creating pages of recent and distant memories. Clipping colorful images and adding stickers to adorn your favorite photos and letters while capturing a friendship in pictures surrounded by ribbons and various textures. Scrapbooking is a labor of love for the millions who spend their spare time engrossed in new layouts and inspired ideas. For some it is a hobby that turned into their life’s passion, while others see it as a way to uniquely record family history for generations to come. Chicken Soup for the Scrapbooker’s Soul will inspire you or your favorite scrapbooker by offering a glimpse into the lives of these creatively gifted, generous souls who have found lasting friendships, rekindled love, and helped those in need through the heartfelt gift of a scrapbook.
Reminisce with scrapbookers about the deep relationships they formed creating pages and teaching the art to their children, how siblings bonded over a Saturday afternoon spent with scissors and glue, and how some stay-at-home moms turned their creative outlets into lucrative scrapbooking careers. Chicken Soup for the Scrapbooker’s Soul is for the millions of scrapbookers already out there, and for those who aspire to crop, journal, and embellish their cherished photos and memories.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781453274903
  • Publisher: Chicken Soup for the Soul Publishing
  • Publication date: 8/21/2012
  • Series: Chicken Soup for the Soul Series
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 556,300
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Jack Canfield
Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen are the #1 New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors of the Chicken Soup for the Soul series. They are professional speakers who have dedicated their lives to enhancing the personal and professional development of others. Allison Connors is the editor of magazine. Allison has her own product line of 3-D embellishments. Her design work appears at national trade shows, on packaging, and in national publications. Debbie Haas has been a scrapbooking enthusiast for over thirteen years. She has been marketing manager for Colorbok, one of the largest manufacturers in the scrapbooking and craft industry, and teaches scrapbooking events nationally and internationally. 
Jack Canfield is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Chicken Soup for the Soul series. He is a professional speaker who has dedicated his life to enhancing the personal and professional development of others.
Mark Victor Hansen is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Chicken Soup for the Soul series. He is a professional speaker who has dedicated his life to enhancing the personal and professional development of others.


While Jack Canfield himself may not necessarily be a household name, it's very likely that you have heard of his famed Chicken Soup for the Soul series and nearly as likely that you have at least one of them sitting on your very own bookshelf! Having got his start as an inspirational speaker, Canfield's own story is nothing less than inspirational.

Jack Canfield had been traveling around delivering key note speeches and organizing workshops to help audiences build their self-esteem and maximize their potential when he had an in-flight brainstorm that changed his life. While flying home from a gig, Canfield realized that the very same advice he had been delivering during his in-person addresses could potentially form the basis of a book. Canfield used inspirational stories he'd gleaned over the years as the basis of his speeches, and he thought it would be a terrific idea to gather together 101 inspirational stories and anthologize them in a single volume. Upon returning home, Canfield approached friend and author Mark Victor Hansen about his concept. Hansen agreed it was a great idea, and the two men set about finding a publisher. Believe it or not, the mega-selling series was not an easy sell to publishers. "We were rejected by 123 publishers all told," Canfield told "The first time we went to New York, we visited with about a dozen publishers in a two day period with our agent, and nobody wanted it. They all said it was a stupid title, that nobody bought collections of short stories, that there was no edge -- no sex, no violence. Why would anyone read it?"

Canfield wisely practiced what he preached -- and persisted. Ultimately, he and Hansen sold the first Chicken Soup for the Soul book to a small press based in Deerfield Beach, Florida, called Health Communications. The rest, as they say, is history. There are currently 80 million copies of the Chicken Soup books in print, with subjects as varied as Chicken Soup For the Horse Lover's Soul and Chicken Soup For the Prisoner's Soul. Canfield and Hansen ranked as the top-selling authors of 1997 and are multiple New York Times bestsellers. Most important of all, the inspirational stories they have gathered in their many volumes have improved the lives of countless readers.

This year, expect to see Canfield's name gracing the covers of such titles as Chicken Soup For the Scrapbooker's Soul, Chicken Soup For the Mother and Son Soul, and Chicken Soup For the African American Woman's Soul. He and Hansen have also launched the all-new "Healthy Living" series and 8 titles in that series have already been released this year. There is also the fascinating You've GOT to Read This Book!, in which Canfield compiles personal accounts by 55 people each discussing a book that has changed his or her life. The most compelling of these may be the story of young entrepreneur Farrah Gray, who read Deepak Chopra's The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success at the age of 11 and made his first million dollars at the age of 14!

With no sign of slowing down, Canfield continues to be an inspiration to millions, who fortunately refused to give up when it seemed as though he would never even get his first book published. "Mark and I are big believers in perseverance," he said. "If you have a vision and a life purpose, and you believe in it, then you do not let external events tell you what is so. You follow your internal guidance and follow your bliss, as Joseph Campbell used to say."

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Canfield is the founder of two California based self-esteem programs, "Self-Esteem Seminars" in Santa Barbara and "The Foundation For Self Esteem" in Culver City.

Writing the first Chicken Soup book was a lot more daunting than Canfield expected. After the first three years of research, he and Mark Victor Hansen had only compiled 68 stories -- 33 tales shy of their goal of 101 stories.

Along with co-writing dozens of full-length books, Canfield also publishes a free biweekly newsletter called Success Strategies.

Some fun and fascinating outtakes from our interview with Canfield:

"My inspiration for writing comes from my passion for teaching others how to live more effective lives. I started out as a history teacher in an all-black inner city high school in Chicago, graduated to a teacher trainer, then psychotherapist, then trainer of therapists, then large group transformational trainer and then a writer and keynote speaker. All along the way, my desire was to make a difference, to help people live more fulfilling lives. That is what I still do today. Most people don't know this but I was not a good writer in college. I got a C in composition. Nobody would have ever believed I would grow up to be a bestselling author."

"I play guitar, and I am learning to play the piano. I love movies and some TV shows. My favorites are Six Feet Under, Grey's Anatomy, House and Lost. I love to play Scrabble, poker and backgammon with my in-laws, nieces and nephews. We really get into it. I love to travel. I have been to 25 countries and try to add two or three new ones every year."

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    1. Hometown:
      Santa Barbara, California
    1. Date of Birth:
      August 19, 1944
    2. Place of Birth:
      Fort Worth, Texas
    1. Education:
      B.A. in History, Harvard University, 1966; M.A.T. Program, University of Chicago, 1968; M.Ed., U. of Massachusetts, 1973
    2. Website:

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Stories to Remember ...

By Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, Allison Connors, Debbie Haas

Chicken Soup for the Soul Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2012 Chicken Soup for the Soul Publishing, LLC
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4532-7490-3


The Scrapbook Addict

It is not in doing what you like, but in liking what you do that is the secret of happiness.

Sir James M. Barrie

An Egg-Splosive Hobby

Did you ever stop to think and forget to start again?

Winnie the Pooh

I really should be too embarrassed to admit this ... let alone record it on a scrapbook page. But on the other hand, it just seems fitting to create a layout that only proves the point of the layout itself!

It began one early December afternoon. I decided to make egg salad for Kent for his lunch. I fed little Sam, and while he was eating ... I put the eggs in a pot, covered them with water and turned on the stove. When Sam was finished with his lunch, as per our normal routine, I took him upstairs for his nap. As I left his room, I felt an undeniable pull to my scrap area in the upstairs playroom. It was like a giant magnet pulling me in, and once I got my hands on all those photos, cardstock and my favorite trinkets and gadgets ... well, think kid in a candy store! All reason (not to mention memory) flew out the window. Oh, I scrapped happily ... just a few stolen minutes. I'd get to the laundry in a while. The minutes piled up. They became over an hour.

I remained in my adhesive-coated blissful state until the sound of a sudden and loud popping jarred me to my senses. What was THAT? For a moment I feared Sam had fallen out of bed. I raced to his room. He was sleeping peacefully. Hmm, what could that have been? Oh, well ... very willingly I dismissed it as the "pull" returned and took hold of my consciousness again. I returned to my scrapping. There it was again! This time I began to wonder WHO was throwing rocks at our house!? POP! ... and again I heard it. As I approached the top step of the stairs, I suddenly had a frightening realization ... THE EGGS!!!!!!!

In almost a single step, I landed at the bottom of the stairs and raced to the kitchen. At first I was terrified as I confronted a black-bottomed, smoking pot with eggs that were bursting one at a time ... well, more like blowing up. I quickly turned off the stove, shoved the pot off the heat and stood back to survey the damage. My kitchen was covered with exploded eggs.

After the shock, not to mention the horror at the realization of what COULD have happened, I began to clean up the mess. After finishing the cleaning of the floor, I began to see the humor, and like any scrapbooker worth her glue, I grabbed the camera. Lesson learned. Now when I feel the magnetic pull of all those photos and that yummy cardstock, I ALWAYS go to the kitchen first to check the appliances.

Ginger McSwain

Out of My Way!

One can resist the invasion of armies; one cannot resist the invasion of ideas.

Victor Hugo

OUT OF MY WAY! I have an idea. Move it!"

Off they go scattering like dry leaves on a breezy fall day—four kids, a dog, a cat and a husband who know those words mean business. Mom is scrapbooking, and inspiration has struck! Well, to be honest, inspiration may come at any moment over anything, usually in the shower, which is why I have been known to scrap in a towel. Abandon the computer, don't get near the scrap-space, "everyone out," she is "at it again!"

Okay, so I am half nuts—my family would say "more than half"—but when inspiration smacks me in the nose, getting out of the way is the best, and safest, idea. Not moving fast enough has been known to cause frustration and grief. There was the time my toddler did not get away from me with all due haste, and I took a pair of scissors to get a lock of his hair. It would have been okay if he hadn't moved. I suppose the bald spot can be combed over till it grows back.

My seven-year-old knows that when I have the camera in hand, he had better be on his best behavior or his worst will be caught on film, notated and scrapped. I am certain future generations will want to know all about his fart jokes, really. My poor infant can't crawl yet, so he is made the subject of all sorts of odd layouts. All I can say for him is that perhaps he should thank his lucky stars that I have not been motivated to do a layout about a diaper change yet.

My husband has learned that nothing is sacred in this house when it comes to his "obsessed wife." Duct tape, a screen door repair kit, hinges he bought to fix the bathroom door, even playing cards have all been sacrificed to the scrapbook demon living inside me (who I have named "Mo"). My poor husband doesn't even ask anymore when some implement is missing from his toolbox; he just heads to my scrap spot—which is very well organized, I swear. Just because no one else can figure out where anything is does not mean I am not the Queen of Organization.

Anything and everything is fair game when I am on a scrapbooking tear. There is not a store I have been to that has not had items placed on my pages. From the grocery store ... a scan of a bag containing coffee for an "Addiction Page." From the hardware store ... easy, practically every aisle is represented. (One of these days, I am going to do a layout with a carpet remnant. I just need the right "spin.") From the animal feed store ... well, in pages about our pets, of course. The rare store that does not have actual product in my books is represented by photographs; after all, what is a book in relation to our lives without pages regarding an average day?

Fonts are another "problem area" of mine. When complaints started registering in my beleaguered husband's brain about the slowness of my computer, a quick peek (okay, okay, it took three minutes for the file to open, it was so large) into my font folder illuminated the problem. I am not sure why four thousand fonts would slow things down so badly. I think Microsoft Word should be able to handle all those, don't you? I am now limited to one thousand active fonts at a time. Dire warnings about consequences having to do with my ability to journal and print were levied in my general direction from my techie husband, who was trying to look stern. He was so adorable I grabbed the camera and took several photos to scrap later. I can see the title now: "Why You Should Not Have 4,000 Fonts" or "Font-O-Holics Anonymous." By the way, limiting fonts is completely unfair! How can I find the perfect look for my journaling with such a small selection to choose from? Perhaps I should start a letter-writing campaign.

Time seems to be another issue. Because we have four small children, I am often too busy with them during the week to scrapbook, which means I play "catch up" on the weekends. Translated, that means I go into long scrap sessions that you cannot pull me out of even with the promise of fresh-brewed coffee and Krispy Kremes. I suspect if the house was on fire, I would not notice till some hunky firefighter dragged me out, and even then I would have to take notes for scrapbooking later—it is not every day you are saved by a hunky firefighter. Often I look down at ten A.M. only to look up again at five P.M. wondering where the time went. Since I am the chief cook and bottle washer around these parts, I still have to make dinner. Rachael Ray and her "30-Minute Meals" have nothing on me. I can prepare a five-course dinner in fifteen minutes, and that includes the time it takes to open the cans and start the microwave!

Why is this so important to me? Why do I get excited on days I plan to attack the local scrap store? Despite the many references to a "midlife crisis" by close friends and family (who all get scrap projects for birthdays and Christmas), it is more than that. Scrapbooking allows me a creative outlet. It gives this forty-one-year-old mother of four, two of whom are in diapers, time to grow and learn something precious about herself. It offers me a break from "Mommy, he is looking at me" and "The Wiggles." Scrap-booking inspires me to reach beyond who I am expected to be and attain something that is simple, special and sacred—creation itself.

Nancy Ann Liedel

When a Hobby Is More Than a Hobby

Dare to dream—don't be afraid to aim for the highest peak ... it is there we see all that is possible ... all there is to hope for—dare to dream.

Author Unknown

When does a hobby become more than just a hobby?

Perhaps when it becomes a part of you and not just an activity to pass the time? When it fulfills your dreams? Well, I guess scrapbooking is more than just a hobby to me. I remember the day I was introduced to the craft of scrapbooking. At the beginning, it was merely a new craft to try—playing with papers and scissors. I also remember the day I became hooked. It was after my first son Evan was born. A beautiful little baby had entered our lives, and all of a sudden scrapbooking developed new meaning. I wasn't just gluing papers together; I was creating a book filled with Evan's childhood memories.

I quickly became devoted to recording every milestone in my albums. It was also at this time that I came to realize the impact this craft had on my life. It renewed my passion for creating, something I had put on the shelf since childhood. This hobby was now a part of "me." I would stay up until the wee hours poring over my scrapbook layouts. My layouts were no longer just for my young son; they were for me—a part of me that I was convinced would never blossom, the part related to artistic endeavors and dreams. I had always loved creating, whether it was a delicate dessert or a short story. However, I had convinced myself these were just silly childhood fantasies. I would never create a masterpiece or see my creations in a gallery or magazine. But wait, all of a sudden here I was creating works of art. True, they were not created on canvas, but works of art nonetheless. I was using paper, bits of metal, ribbon and—most important—my life to create these layouts.

My heart went into each layout. Each layout became more personal; I had taken the photos and written the words on each page. I was becoming acquainted with a whole new world. My love of scrap-booking gave me the key to this alternate universe. I pored over magazines filled with new products, ideas and passion for this craft. Suddenly, everything I had believed about myself and my dreams had changed. Fellow scrap-bookers were being published every day. These artists were not famous, but ordinary housewives and mothers just like me.

It was at the exact moment that I gave myself the permission to try, that my life changed. I decided I was good enough to be published in a magazine and decided to start submitting. I did so and doubted myself for months. Then one day, I received an e-mail that fulfilled my desire. One of my projects was going to be published in a scrapbooking magazine. It was with shock, disbelief and pride that I shared the news with my family. Suddenly, nothing seemed impossible. All I had to do was believe in myself and put myself out there. The rest would be taken care of. Soon more e-mails poured in from the magazine; they would like to publish more of my work.

Filled with a new confidence, I decided I had other dreams I wanted to see fulfilled. Along the way, I felt a sense of guilt. Here I was spending time pursuing these goals when I should have been simply satisfied with the life that I had. I had immense blessings that already filled my day: a happy marriage, a loving family and the ability to stay home and care for my son. Why should I need more? I ultimately decided that the time I spent on scrap-booking was time reserved for me. The part of the evening after the kids were put to bed, I spent creating and renewing myself. Once I gave myself permission to continue, the road ahead seemed filled with opportunity. The creative world that was so large and far away suddenly became smaller.

I truly believe once you open yourself up to the possibilities, you open yourself to success. Now, almost six years after dabbling with the hobby of scrapbooking, I consider it a part of who I am. I am most certainly a wife, mother, daughter and sister first, but deep down I am also an artist. I find myself amazed at how scrapbooking has enriched my life. I am part of a large, worldwide community that speaks a special language. I am privileged to teach new scrap-bookers and share my excitement with them. These classes and gatherings have created friendships and bonds that didn't exist before. I am lucky enough to have fulfilled many dreams through this hobby.

I think I just answered my own question. When does a hobby become more than just a hobby? The answer is: when it transforms the dreams and ambitions of a person, when it becomes more of an adjective than a verb. I don't just scrapbook, I AM a scrapbook artist. For someone who always dreamed of having the arts become a part of her life, that is a big deal!

Stacey Wakelin

Confessions of a Scrapbooker's Husband

From the glow of enthusiasm I let the melody escape. I pursue it. Breathless I catch up with it. It flies again; it disappears; it plunges into a chaos of diverse emotions. I catch it again; I seize it; I embrace it with delight.

Ludwig Von Beethoven

I pulled my truck onto our gravel drive after a long day's work, with the anticipation of being greeted by my lovely bride and our three children—clean, well mannered and ready for bed, awake only because they had begged to stay up long enough to say good night to Daddy. It was a pleasant, wholesome image and made me smile as I grappled with my truck for my briefcase. Successfully freeing the case from the cluttered interior, I made my way to the front door.

All the lights were on, and as I opened the door I was greeted by my two-year-old, who was decidedly not ready for bed, but was, in fact, wrapped rather impressively in embellishments. I bent down and looked at him closely. Yes, that was some Creek Bank Creations Twill E Dee twill tape wrapped around his chest, and a woven label that said "All Yours" was stuck on his forehead. Various other pieces of ribbon, cloth and fibers completed his predicament. This was probably the work of my four-year-old daughter, but it might also be my wife's handiwork, particularly if our son was being meddlesome, which he generally was.

"What's doing, Luke?" I asked.

He paused from licking the filling out of a tiny s'mores cracker, carefully placed the licked cracker halves back in the box and smiled at me. I thought I detected a few photo tabs stuck in his hair.

"Where's Mom?" I asked.

"Scrappin' 'oom," he said, returning to his crackers.

Ah, scrapping room ... of course. I needn't have asked.

"You want me to untangle you?" I asked before I went to the scrapping room, which used to be our bedroom but was now really a products warehouse with a bed in it.

"No. Wan Anna Madada," he said after some thought. Hakuna Matata, words from The Lion King. "Okay, but only for a minute." I fired up the DVD for him and headed down the hall to the scrapping room.

I rounded the corner to our room and paused in the doorway. There was product everywhere. My wife is extremely talented, but she tends to be one of those people who take their creativity from the chaos around them. Our computer, which my wife insisted I upgrade repeatedly to handle her design criteria and is now so powerful that NASA leased it to search for unknown star clusters when my wife isn't working on it, was humming away. Two printers were merrily spitting out pages. The whole setup reminded me of those Bloom County cartoons where Burke Breathed would draw the computer two feet off the desk, bouncing madly around while it worked.

The room had two eight-foot folding tables set up on a fairly permanent basis, and our four-year-old was sitting on one of them amid heaps of my wife's discarded pictures and embellishments. Beka, our daughter, also scraps, rather well actually, and she uses just about anything she finds, but particularly items my wife doesn't need from whatever layout she was currently working on. She was cutting out something with deckle-edged scissors, and her little brow was furrowed in deep concentration. My wife was sitting at the same table, studying a type gauge sheet over a layout.

"Hi, Honey, I'm home."

She turned around, an excited smile on her face. Hmm. This was good.

"Guess what!" she demanded happily.


"I won the Regional Pseudo-County Scraptopia Contest!" Or something like that. Uh-oh. Now was the critical moment. My wife entered a lot of contests, and I didn't even try to keep them straight. However, for the health of my marriage and my own happiness, I always tried to appear to keep them all straight. I thought quickly. I knew she had mentioned this awhile back. That was the problem with these things—sometimes the results were three or four months down the road. I couldn't remember my own stuff for three or four months. The dentist had to continually remind me where his office was for my six-month visits, even though he hadn't changed offices and I'd been his patient for fifteen years.

She'd said something about a ten-thousand-dollar contest. I tried to gauge the look on her face. That was another problem. She tended to get excited easily where scrapbooking was concerned, and it was hard to judge the magnitude of the event from her own reaction. It didn't look like ten grand worth of excitement, though. Crap. I couldn't remember any other contests. I was running out of time. I had to say something, something appropriate, and fast.


Excerpted from CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE SCRAPBOOKER'S SOUL by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, Allison Connors, Debbie Haas. Copyright © 2012 Chicken Soup for the Soul Publishing, LLC. Excerpted by permission of Chicken Soup for the Soul Publishing, LLC.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Posted May 23, 2009

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    Chicken Soup for the Scrapbooker's Soul

    This book is typical of the Chicken Soup series. The stories are short and touching. Even if you're not a scrapbooker, the stories are enjoyable. If you are a scrapbooker, the stories have even more meaning.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 11, 2007

    I loved this book!

    I bought this right after Christmas and it is hilarious! I take it everywhere I go, so that if I have a minute to wait, I have something to do. The stories are funny, interesting and could be spoken by any given scrapbooker! I have learned I am not as obsessed as my husband thinks I am and I am in awe of women who have rooms to dedicate to their supplies! LOL I highly recommend this book and would give it as a gift!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 28, 2006

    Lifts Your Spirit!

    There's far more to scrapbooking than slapping photos and stickers onto a page and this book explores that and explains why, for some, scrapbooking is about sharing, forging friendships, bonding with children, and being artistic. Lovely book.

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